I like Steve Kerr.

If you have not heard, I've received an offer to work for another firm and I'll be accepting it. This is yet another example of why I find life so confounding (good word Wayne, I used it in a brief). At the new firm, I'll be working on "better" cases, paid more, and provided with--I assume--a nicer office on a higher floor with a more scenic view. But this is not something that I actively sought out, nor do I feel as if I deserve it, at least in the sense that one should expend a lot of effort to obtain an advantageous result. Contrast this with the six months I spent on my butt between law school graduation and my first job with the state court which, in my more indulgent moments, I bemoaned as kafkaesque. There was no reason for why I could not get a good job then, and there is no reason for why I've landed an even better job now. But I'll certainly take it.

Who hasn't spent a month or two of their life making random ass purchases on ebay? Mine was in law school, when I had ample time to putz around and collect mlb showdown baseball cards. Very neat stuff--like magic, dice, and baseball cards all rolled into one! Well, not so neat in retrospect and certainly not worth the couple hundred bucks I blew on them. This was before I understood the value of a dollar (70% of the cost of kfc mashed potatoes, which I used to reserve for special occasions back when I was on my government employee budget). I also own a piece of parquet flooring with Steve Kerr's autograph on it. There has to be an after-market for that. In one of Sam Smith's books on the Jordan-era Bulls, he recounted an incident in 1995 during Jordan's first return from retirement. Jordan had a reputation for haranguing his teammates and being generally difficult towards those who had not earned his respect. Kerr had not played with Jordan in the 1991-93 title run. During practice one day, Jordan and Kerr were scuffling under the basket for a rebound and things got testy (why was Kerr even in the key?). Kerr did not back down and Jordan ended up punching him in the face. After that, Jordan--in a prime example of the irrationality of locker room machismo--warmed up to Kerr, who went on to hit a title-clinching jumper in 1997. Kerr's father was also a professor at American University in Beirut during the 1980's. Malcom Kerr was shot in the back of the head by an islamic militant during Steve Kerr's sophomore year at Arizona. To make a long story short, I've always liked Steve Kerr who, whether accurate or not, has always conveyed a strong sense of decency during his playing days and his present job as a color commentator for the NBA. Getting back to ebay, I just bought an hk film called Infernal Affairs. I haven't seen this movie or read any reviews, but it was apparently very well-received and as an added bonus for Claire, Andy Lau is an attractive man.